Heart of Smoke: The Dread Father Comes

An encounter with Sithis: Excerpt from Erinyes Arcana

The story of Fleet Featherstone - Written and produced by Stu King

Fleet, son of Sithis, we look upon you. Dark triumphs we have seen and delight we have taken in the sum of your works. Flowing over obstructions as stream over stones, never ending never the same never stopping. We are pride. You are unforseen and unforseeable. In you beats the engine of chaos. Capricious, erratic, we are fondness.

Fleet, our Cimmerian, our Cimmerian is incalculable thought and thought to action...but this is not complete. Perversions of powerful make our Cimmerian defenseless, soul at risk made weak by ransom. The time of recknoning alights on the shoulder of the son who would be more.

Choices offered, which will be prime? The lost son walks onward or takes our hand. Our hand protects. Agent of chaos freedoms actor and true freedom to act. If Cimmerian turns away he is free but he is Fleet. If Cimmerian embrace us he accepts the fate blade. Blade finds the truth of soul and spirit. Found wanting is death...found true, the heart of smoke.

Aedra, Daedra, Man, Mer, born of chaos, born of the one true creator. The agent is protected, the heart of smoke slips through the fingers of the dominator. Insubstantial, unknowable, uncontrollability.

You are complete. Chaos, creation in blood and strife. The Void does not value honor, we do not see piety, the broken and empty stone walls of false palace built by man. Balance and unbalance the fate of this age is yours to shape.